Chapter 20

Matt had only gotten thirty hours of sleep in eight days. The sun was setting as he parked his black Ford truck in Garvey’s parking lot.

He checked the mirror in his sun visor to make sure his black tie was straight and got out of the truck. Rita, Joe’s cousin and only living relative, wanted to have his wake at Garvey’s. Jackie and Jodi were gracious enough to close the bar to the general public on a Friday night.

DA Jacobs and his wife walked up the sidewalk next to the bar. Matt tipped his black Stetson to Mrs. Jacobs. “Good evening,” Matt said.

“I wish I could say it was good,” Mrs. Jacobs stated.

“Look, we won’t stay more than an hour. We’re paying our respects to a young man whose parents had donated thousands of dollars to my campaign,” Jacobs said.

“I know, dear. You don’t have to remind me of that. The Jetsens were good people and Joe was a sweet-natured boy. I can't imagine who would want to harm him,” Mrs. Jacobs said.

“But,” Jacobs inquired wryly.

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